I accept that somewhere in the world (even Australia) you have fans that will claw their way through a life sized Taco Bell Quad Steak burrito, four times the marinated, juicy, succulent third degree burns and all to get to you, but are they tryna PAY to see you on that kinda level? Does your moms even go to your shows these days?

DISCLAIMER

This blog is satirical, or at least it tries to be. Using a fictional PERSONA we clown and wild out and pause and no homo and all that good shit. Even though it may seem like otherwise, I am not the real Julez. This is the part of the show where I tell you that this blog is not affiliated with the Knowles. Not Solange. Not Mathew. Not Julez. Not Beyonce. Not Tina. Maybe Kelly. No, just kidding. She's busy. Read that again with a straight face. So if you were wondering, it's not a Knowles affiliated site. And if Solange is reading this, sawwy! Like your hair.